The Wicked King Novels & Stories

Rogue king said as he made a sad face and tried to blackmail the witch emotionally. " I'm getting old. I need to have an heir but I can't have one until I'm on that throne. I don't want our heir to be born in this wasteland. I want what's best for our future child. Don't you want that" Rogue king said as he held her chin making sad eyes? " I want that too" The witches replied totally deceived and blinded by Rogue king's lie. "Then prepare the weapon" Rogue king ordered as he stood beside the window looking outside.

“Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on the down-low.” “The what?” “It’s a term I’ve learned from a human. It means keep it secret. It’s no one’s business and therefore they can’t start any trouble if they disagree with the relationship. The male said he did that with an undesirable female.” His face grew solemn. “He laughed when I commented that her looks should be irrelevant if she made him happy. I wasn’t sure how to take that but I think he cares too much

My wolf became angry, he did not accept the king's supremacy over us, nor did I promise fidelity to his rule. But the wise thing to do was to stay under but Stanlay still stood. Like a princess that she was as immune as I was to the king's impressive aura. I pulled her hand to urge her to do the same as I did, but she did not understand the tip. Why do you forget she became a werewolf just a few weeks ago. Of course she does not know what this means, my secretive and quite personality came back to bite me in the ass. This is bad, really bad, the worst case scenario is bad. The king is now in front of us. Red eyes and sharp long canines, he looked more like a villain than the King of Jordan.

The woman continued, casting knowing glances toward the elders and the other council members. Murmurs spread through the hall. Some whispered among themselves, while others now wore hardened expressions as they looked at Duncan and Alfred. “Do you think we cannot see through your schemes? Everyone here knows what you’re trying to do.” An elder with a long beard spat the words, pointing a finger at Alfred, who now stood behind Duncan. “You fought your own father to prove your power. You took over smaller packs, took in vagabonds, and even a witch. You are truly a bold and cunning young alpha—just like your father.”

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

“You’re bargaining over my son like he’s land.” Lucien looked at her fully for the first time. His eyes traveled over her face, her defensive stance, the way she kept Leo half-hidden behind her hip. “You are the human who marked the Wolf King and then vanished for six years. The pack has theories about you. Some say you bewitched him. Some say you stole royal blood. I say you are simply a mother who walked into a war she does not yet understand.” He reached into his coat and produced a folded piece of black parchment sealed with green wax.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

"You should never. I don't want to ever hear such a thing again." Then the King turned to the rest of the Alphas and they all started to give their thoughts on how to decrease the crime rate. I, on my part, remained standing and stole glances at the King from time to time. He never failed to amaze me. I knew he was scary, but you could feel the amount of concern he had for his Kingdom and all the wolves under him. He was undeniably a great ruler and a capable leader who cared for his men. But still, all the werewolves in the palace disliked him. They all saw him as a joke. Some in particular saw him as a threat due to his condition.

the incensed king questioned, rising from his throne with a twisted expression of anger, stepping on the snakes. The nervous man quickly responded, trying to sound confident, "Replying to your majesty, the people were from the following races; werewolf, dragon, sorcerer, mermaid," The king scowled, "How can a mere werewolf be able to hurt my queen?" "It is an Olmpha to be precise, your majesty," "Oh, a wolf sovereign! All four people are rare," the king said while pondering.